Ch 84: Celebrating New Beginnings

The family hadn't known if Hermione was kidding or not when she pitched her idea for a Noon Year's Eve party at their house. But once they realized she was serious, they had all come around and had begun to get excited about it. Mrs. Carrington and Mrs. Eldwin had been thrilled about it as well. She and Melissa Rupesmith had talked to the care home director, and she had helped arrange a wheel chair van that would be able to bring the women to their home at 11 that New Year's Eve morning and pick them up again at 1 that afternoon. But in the two hours in the meantime they would be able to have a lovely brunch, celebrate together and have a countdown to noon instead of to midnight to celebrate the beginning of 2019 together. Hermione had offered to drive to the care home and travel back and forth with them in the van, but Melissa had insisted she do that since Hermione was putting in all of the work to host the party. Ron got even more nervous when Hermione suggested inviting their parents to the party.

"Hermione, it was one thing to introduce our parents to each other. Jean and Michael know about magic. But for regular muggles I am sure my parents seem like they are from another planet!" he protested.

"They do not," she protested. "Now I am not suggesting we tell these three ladies about magic. But I consider them our family in many ways, and I would really enjoy – and I think they would really enjoy – getting to be at a party away from that care home with other people to visit with. Your parents are lovely people. My parents are lovely people. Our friends our lovely people. It will be perfectly fine."

"Hermione…." He protested in a half whining, half terrified voice.

"Ron, don't be silly. Melissa already senses we are a little eccentric or something. We will just tell them your parents have an eclectic style. And I know you can't possibly understand this, but trust me when I tell you when someone raised in the muggle world meets your father they suddenly feel like the most interesting person on the planet in a wonderful way. It will be a delightful party."

"Are you sure? Really sure?"

"Of course," she retorted. "And look on the bright side. If it is a total disaster, you can just fix their memories or something," she teased.

At that Ron had been forced to relent, and so on New Year's Eve morning Hermione and the kids were scurrying around making sure that the house was muggle party ready while Ron was at The Burrow nervously trying to gently ensure his parents looked as muggle as possible.

"Why is Dad so worried about this party?" Hugo asked as he vacuumed the living room rug.

"I guess since he has never lived in the muggle world at all he gets extra worried that he – and his parents I suppose – will stick out or do something wrong, I think," offered Rose as she shoved the quidditch magazines to the bottom of the pile of art and home decorating magazines.

"That's silly," said Hugo.

"Well, yeah. But you know how much Grandpa Arthur loves muggles. I guess he's just worried it will all be too over the top."

"But we're not talking about the royal family or anything. It's two old ladies from the care home and Mrs. Rupesmith for crying out loud."

Rose just laughed and shook her head. "I know. Kind of funny – he seems more worried about this party than when the Malfoys came over."

"Exactly!"

"Alright. House is clean once you finish vacuuming here. I'm going to help Mum in the kitchen."

She walked into the kitchen and found her mum putting the tea sandwiches on the nice china that she had brought over from their old house.

"Haven't seen these dishes since you moved over here," she said.

"Oh, yeah," said Hermione. "We haven't really had any reason to use them. Not that we had too many reasons at the other house either."

"But you pulled them out anyway for the fancy Granger Girl dinners when I was little,"

"Those were fun," said Hermione with a wistful smile.

"Where did you get such an idea?" Rose asked.

"You. You kept insisting on dressing up in twirly dresses and pretending you were a princess or going to meet a princess, so you wanted us to have a tea party and what not. So I just played along and we got out the nice china that Mum gave me when my grandmother died."

"Her name was Rose too, right? Is that why she had china with all of the little roses on the rim?"

"That's right. I think it was a wedding gift she received many, many years ago. But I always liked it. And I always liked her name, obviously," she laughed.

"Well, I think it's perfect for today. And I love the pink confetti. Sort of crazy party meets high tea when the confetti coordinates with the fancy china."

"Why thank you, my dear," Hermione smiled with a funny curtsey. "What time is it?"

"Half ten."

"Hmm. I do hope Ron gets back here with his parents soon. Can't very well have them arriving through the fireplace once they arrive from the care home."

"Oh it'll be fine. Each of them would think they were delusional and would be too embarrassed to say anything."

"You're probably right," admitted Hermione with a chuckle.

"Ok, let's put the tea on so it will be nice and hot when everyone arrives."

Soon she heard her mother in law arrive in the living room, followed quickly by Arthur and Ron.

"Hello, Dears," cheered Molly as she came into the kitchen.

"Happy New Year's Eve!" said Rose as she gave her a hug.

"To you too, Rose," said Molly, still engulfing the girl in a hug. "I'm so pleased you invited us to this party, Hermione. I have heard so much about your friends that I can't wait to meet them. Well, that and I haven't seen midnight on New Year's Eve in over a decade."

"Oh I know you'll enjoy them," smiled Hermione. "We have been so grateful to have each of them in our lives."

"Hugo said you see Mrs. Carrington every week?"

"Just about. Sometimes she is too tired or off on one of the outings, but it probably averages out to once a week. We'll pop by in the evening with take away, and Hugo will do his homework while Mrs. Carrington beats Ron at cards or Ron beats her at chess."

"Still hard to picture Ron visiting with an elderly muggle lady and playing cards and chess," mused Molly. "She must be quite a character."

"Oh she is. She claims she refuses to die until she beats him at chess, so Ron keeps telling her she must be planning on outliving him. And then she flirts with him constantly, which is pretty amusing as well."

"And I am so excited to meet this Mrs. Rupesmith you all talk about so often."

"Oh you will love her," said Rose. "She was my art teacher in primary school as well. She was the best because she was strict enough to keep the class orderly but fun and creative enough that you didn't even realize you were learning things until class was over."

"Sounds wonderful!"

Their chatting was disrupted by the sounds of Jean and Michael arriving and greeting the boys in the living room. Hermione went into the other room to say hello to everyone, and grinned broadly when

she saw Arthur's outfit. He had clearly worked extra hard to look muggle today, and while she was sure Ron was cringing, she loved it. He was wearing argyle knee socks with wool tweed knickerbockers like he was a golfer headed out to squeeze in a round before dinner. But while he looked like a man of the manor from the waist down, on top he had a modern Adidas jumper made of wicking material in a bright neon fabric with orange sleeves and a reflective print on the back. It was clearly meant for running in the dark to reflect headlights on the road, but he had it over what she suspected was a shirt originally intended as either a pajama shirt or long underwear. But he looked pleased as punch, and somehow the colors all worked, and Hermione greeted him with a big hug.

"Happy New Year, Arthur," she said. "You do look dashing. I hope you enjoy meeting our friends."

"Oh I am sure I will. I've heard so many wonderful things. And I never get the chance to go to a muggle party. I've been really looking forward to it."

"Well, I am so glad. They should be here any minute now I think."

"Oh, I hear a car in the driveway now," said Jean as she headed out to help them in, with Hermione and Ron joining just behind her.

They soon had everyone out of the wheel chair van and up the wheel chair ramp Ron had "built" that morning by transfiguring an old iron patio table he'd found in the garage. Ron quickly introduced his parents and the Grangers to Mrs. Carrington and Mrs. Eldwin, and Hugo was dragging Mrs. Rupesmith by the hand introducing her to each of his new grandparents. While Mrs. Carrington had met Jean briefly once, she admitted that she didn't really remember because she hadn't made the connection that she was Hermione's mother. But, soon everyone knew who everyone was, and they were enjoying the various plates of appetizers and tea sandwiches Hermione had placed around the room. Ron was busy fetching drinks and noticed his father talking to Mrs. Carrington.

"So, tell me, was the ride in the wheelchair van terribly exciting?"

"Oh, Arthur," she had replied. "I am an old lady in a care home. Anytime I can leave the building it's terribly exciting. And to be going to a New Year's Eve party with all of my favorite people is just a dream."

"Well good. I thought the idea of counting down to noon was wonderfully clever, don't you?"

"Absolutely. But Hermione is always coming up with clever things."

"Yes, that she is. I feel so lucky that my Ron found her. She is so good for him, isn't she?"

"Well, it seems to me they are quite good for each other. They each need some balance that the other provides. And, honestly, they are both quite good for me."

"Me too," he grinned.

Across the room Mrs. Rupesmith, Mrs. Eldwin, Molly and Jean were enjoying some of the savory biscuits Rose was passing through the room.

"I have so enjoyed getting to teach both Rose and Hugo," said Melissa.

"Well, they have both thoroughly enjoyed you as well," said Jean. "Especially Hugo. He just raves about you. But he is also so crazy about art."

"And quite talented at it as well," Melissa added. "I know he is heading to boarding school next year with Rose, but I do hope he will be able to continue studying art there. He could be really quite good if he keeps working at it."

"Arthur and I both went to the same boarding school. It's where we met," Molly offered. "And all seven of my children attended as well. They didn't have a very strong art program at all until after my youngest finished. But many of my grandchildren are there now, and there are much better offerings in that area."

"Oh, I am so glad to hear that," Melissa said.

"And I know he'll want to still spend time with you at the art center in the summers. He loves it there."

"He is a tremendous help, I must admit," Melissa added.

"Yes," said Mrs. Eldwin. "Melissa has been telling me how much easier it is to get the children focused on art when he is around to help fetch new water for cleaning brooms or helping the little ones clean up messes. It's made quite a difference."

"Yes it has, Gran."

"And Hermione mentioned you had connected them with a great art therapist at the center. Sounded to me like it had been such a good fit for their talents and needs."

"Yes, I think so. She's so terrific, and Hugo did seem excited about it after he'd met her."

"Well, I am so glad. It's been a hell of a lot for that little boy to absorb. Anything that helps is a blessing."

"I wish I'd had something like that many years ago," Molly said quietly.

"Hermione had told me that you lost a son. I'm so sorry."

"Yes, well, thank you," said Molly. "But I was actually thinking of when I lost my brothers. They were twins. It was so hard to lose them both together. War is brutal on the young."

"You lost brothers in the war as well?" Mrs. Eldwin said. "My brother Charlie was her husband, but I lost three brothers all within a year. It was simply devastating. You never get over it, do you dear? I am so sorry that you have had to go through that as well."

Molly looked at her, took her hand and smiled. "I am sorry we both understand that pain. But I am so glad you were able to find your sister in law after all this time. I am sure that would make your brother very happy to know that two of the women he loved the most were able to be together."

Mrs. Carrington smiled and patted Molly's hand. "I am sure you are right."

It wasn't long before Rose and Hugo had passed out fun hats, confetti and noise makers and they all counted down to twelve noon. The oldest guests were the most enthusiastic in their celebrations, and Hermione couldn't help but laugh when she caught Mrs. Carrington giving Ron a Happy New Year hug. He had leaned down to hug her and kiss her on the cheek when the older woman quickly turned her head, grabbed his cheeks and kissed him on the lips.

"Hey now," Hermione laughed as she came up behind Ron to rescue him. Hugging him from behind she said, "That's my husband you're kissing. I waited a long time to find him, you know. So don't take it too personally if I take him back now."

"Sorry dear," Mrs. Carrington laughed. "Got a little carried away. Been decades since I had a proper kiss on New Years."

Hermione reached up and turned Ron so he was facing her again. Tiptoeing up to kiss him, she whispered in his beet red ear, "Why is it I keep having to beat back elderly women to defend your honor?"

"I haven't a clue," he laughed. "But I am so glad I have you to protect me. Happy Noon Year's Eve, Love."

"Back at you, my dear," she said as they kissed.

The party continued with deserts and even a little dancing as Rose had found a 1940s playlist she could stream, which made Arthur dizzy with excitement. Molly laughed at him, dragged him away from Rose and her smart phone and insisted he dance with her. Michael danced with Melissa while Hugo did a version of dancing with Mrs. Carrington. Ron took Jean for a spin until Hermione cut in to dance with her husband.

"Yet again, I have to steal you away from an older woman. Really, Ron, my mother?" she teased. "Can you imagine what the Daily Prophet would say? They'd sell a million copies."

"Oh, Merlin," he gasped. "Don't even joke about such things." He spun her around and when she came back into his arms again he kissed her.

"Mmmm. I love dancing with you," she said as she placed her head against his chest as a slow Sinatra song came on.

"Me too," he said, enjoying the feeling of being alone with her in the middle of their unconventional party.

But their moment was interrupted, however, when the wheelchair van came to take the ladies back to the care home. Despite being sad at having to leave, they all raved over Hermione's hospitality and the delightful party. They all said their farewells, and soon the three women were in the van, each carrying a full plate of goodies from the party with which to start their 2019.

Molly and Jean were helping Hermione in the kitchen while the rest of the family cleaned up the living room that was covered in confetti. Michael was thoroughly enjoying watching Arthur and Ron sending the plates into the kitchen with magic, while Arthur was delighted when Hugo got out the vacuum cleaner. When everything was thoroughly cleaned, the grandparents headed home.

The kids were already excited about the next party, which was going to be at the Potters' that evening. It was to be a re-do of the prior year, with the Weasley and Potter kids, joined by Scorpius Malfoy all spending the night at the Potters' house. As the kids ran upstairs to get out of their nice outfits from the grown up party and pack for the evening, Ron and Hermione collapsed onto the sofa. Ron propped his feet up on the coffee table, and Hermione curled into his side as she closed her eyes.

"I'm whooped," she confessed.

"Me too," he said. "Though, can I just say, that was such a lovely party. You, my dear wife, are an incredible human. That was such a nice thing to think of, let alone to pull off. I think everyone from the oldest to the youngest had a really nice time."

"Thank you."

"And you were absolutely right. Inviting our parents was the right thing, even if my dad looked a fright."

Hermione giggled against his chest. "Can you even imagine where he got all of that?"

"No," Ron laughed. "I don't even want to know. But your parents and Melissa handled it like champs. And I don't think the guests of honor even noticed."

"No. They had no idea. They were too busy trying to kiss you."

Ron was laughing again but said nothing.

"You are a patient, patient man," she said. "But I do wish I could have had a picture of your face when she planted one on you. It was a moment that will be forever seared in my mind."

Still laughing, "Well, she'll get her payback next time I crush her on the chess board."

"Right. I am sure she's shaking in her wheelchair."

"Yeah, yeah."

Looking at her watch, Hermione sighed, "Are we seriously going to another party in a couple of hours?"

"Unfortunately yes. The kids are so excited."

"But maybe we can leave earlier than last year?"

"That's brilliant."

"Can I nap before we go?"

"If it means you rest now so you and me can have our own party later, then by all means, let's get your fine arse up to bed."

Hermione laughed as he scooped her up and carried her up the stairs. Hugo made a gagging sound as they walked by, but Rose just laughed as Ron dumped Hermione on the bed and turned the lights off as he left her in their room.

"Alright, I've put your mum down for a kip. Do I need to tuck you lot in as well or can you promise to be really quiet for a few hours so everyone is rested enough to see midnight at the next party?"

"I'm just going to read downstairs if that's alright," said Rose. "I've already got everything packed up for tonight."

"Brilliant," said Ron. "I may join you. Of course, I may fall asleep. But I'll be there in body if not spirit. Hugo? What's your plan, little man?"

"Not sure. Might sketch, might read in bed a bit."

"Alright – just do it quietly alright? We'll leave in about 4 hours, so there is plenty of time."

By ten that night, the kids had long abandoned adult company, and the four adults were sipping champagne as they recalled the year coming to an end.

"Alright – remember last New Year's Eve? I had everyone write out their wishes for 2018. Anyone want to share if there hopes came true?" Ginny asked.

Harry crinkled his forehead trying to remember what he wrote, and Ginny laughed at his expression. "I know that look, Potter. You don't have a clue what you wrote, do you?"

"No. Not a single clue," he confessed with a laugh. "I bet Ron doesn't remember either."

"Sorry, mate. Not only do I remember – but it came true," he said holding up his left hand and wiggling the finger with his wedding ring.

"Just one wish last year?" Ginny asked.

"Well I think it was something like propose, pray she says yes and then marry her quickly before she changes her mind," he said with a crooked smile.

Hermione laughed, "He just had no idea how quickly!"

"I don't think anyone could have predicted that," scoffed Ginny.

"Well, what about you, Ginny? Did your dreams come true this year?"

"Some of them," she admitted. And in a rare moment of sincerity she added, "It is good to see you finally happy, Ron. That is a dream come true for all of us. So that was one. And we are all still here, happy and healthy, so that's two. But, then, Rita Skeeter hasn't been kidnapped by trolls yet, so I guess 2018 was two for three."

"Nooo! You can't let Skeeter destroy your achievements!" Ron protested.

"Ok, ok, Hermione? What about you? Do you remember what you wished for?"

"The last two years have been so strange. In January of each I could never have predicted what was ahead. And last year I was just hoping to find my footing a bit – to learn magic, figure out how to balance my work and how to be a family. I didn't dare to dream that December would find me incredibly happily married. I couldn't have imagined the adventures we had with Mrs. Carrington. And I couldn't have dreamed up my new job. But I also could not have imagined the miscarriage and everything that came with it – the good and the bad."

Ron put his hand over Hermione's and squeezed it softly. Then after a moment he turned to Ginny and asked, "You're not going to make us do the assignment again tonight are you?"

Ginny smacked him upside his head. "Well, I wasn't, but with that attitude I just might. So watch it. No, actually I was going to propose a different type of assignment, you smart arse."

"What do you mean, Ginny?" asked Hermione.

"Let's face it," Ginny continued. "We are all watching September 1st of this year coming at us like – well – like a train I suppose. So since we are all up for a major life transition this year, I think we need to all promise to be patient with each other when we all start to lose it at various points in the year."

"Well, by lose it I am assuming you mean in both the 'what the hell do we do with ourselves now that they are all at school,' as well as the 'holy hell September can't come fast enough,' way as well," Harry said.

"Precisely," nodded Ginny. "And I think you two," she said pointing at Ron and Harry, "need to realize you have to take your wives somewhere fabulous and child-free this fall."

"Don't have to convince me," said Harry with his hands up.

"Oh it's a definite plan," said Ron.

"And I wouldn't be against going to the same place and enjoying an adult vacation together, but we would have to have a lot of time apart and we absolutely would need separate places to stay," declared Ginny.

"Well, I think that's a lovely idea," said Hermione with a large yawn, "but I, one, I am far too knackered to figure out tonight. Sorry, guys. I am really a one-party-a-day kind of girl, so I am now officially beat. So, let's toast to the life changing year behind us, and the life changing year ahead. May the company be as loving and interesting and fun as it has been, and as patient and understanding as we each need. To 2019 with my dear friends, Cheers!"

They all toasted and agreed to keep considering the idea of a fall getaway as something to look forward to after the sad idea of putting their last little ones on the Hogwarts Express in September. Then they said goodnight to the kids and headed home through the floo. Hermione went through first, and when Ron stepped through a minute later, he had expected to see Hermione standing there waiting for him. Initially her absence put him on high alert, and he had his wand drawn as he called out her name.

"Hermione? Are you here?" he said, an edge to his voice.

"Yes, yes. Sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. Give me ten minutes, alright?" she called from upstairs.

"What?" he said, utterly confused. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. I need ten minutes. Just trust me."

"Ok," Ron said, plopping onto the sofa. He cast a spell for his wand to buzz in ten minutes and laid his head back and closed his eyes for a moment. His mind drifted back over the last year – the first anniversary of the accident, proposing, their amazing wedding, Hawaii, their camping trip, Hermione starting the foundation, the miscarriage and its aftermath and even the dinner with the Malfoys. It was really insane how much had been packed into such a short time. But just as he was starting to drift off, he heard his wand buzzing. Running his hands through hair, he headed towards the stairs.

"Hermione? Can I come up now?" he asked as he started up the steps.

But as he got to the top of the stairs, his jaw dropped. He saw little jars of magical flames lighting the hall between the stairs and their bedroom. He followed the lights and knocked gently on the bedroom door as he walked in.

"Hermione?"

"Happy New Year, Ron," she said as she appeared from around the corner.

As Ron's eyes adapted to the darker room, bathed only in the small jars of blue flames, his eyes widened at the vision in front of him. Hermione was in a very short dressing gown made of navy satin and black lace beneath which all he could see was her porcelain skin. She'd let her hair down, the way he loved it, and her curls were softly framing he face.

"You look lovely," he said in a nervous, breathy voice.

"Thank you," she said with small smile. As she walked towards him, his hands instinctively reached for her hips and drew her closer. "Do you remember last New Year's Eve?"

"Which part?"

"The part where we both realized that the best possible way to bring in the new year was by making love the whole night?"

"Wha…Hermione – are you sure you're ready? As fucking amaaaaazing as that sounds, I don't want to pressure you or hurt you at all. We can take our time."

"You have been absolutely amazing in how gentle and patient you have been as my body and heart healed from everything," she said as she slowly roved her hands over his chest. "And we have taken our time," she added as she leaned over to trace one of his ears with the tip of her fingers. "And because of all of that, I am definitely ready. Not only ready, Ron. But, I really, really want you. I need you. I miss you. I miss how you make me feel, how our bodies just respond to each other, and that incredible sensation of having you inside me. I so want us to have that tonight. Please?"

She felt his restraint weakening as his breathing quickened. She moved one of her hands slowly across his chest to where it met the other as she slowly started unbuttoning his shirt.

"You're sure? You're really and totally sure?"

"I am absolutely sure," she said as her hands slid down to cup his hardening length.

"Oh, fuck Hermione," he moaned as his eyes closed at her touch.

She continued to unbutton his shirt as she watched him convince himself that this was ok, and to trust she was ready.

"Promise me you'll stop us if you need to? For any reason, ok? Anything?"

"I promise," she whispered as she kissed him sensually, dragging her teeth across his bottom lip while her hands undid his belt buckle.

"Oh, God, Hermione, I have missed this so much," he said as he kissed her.

"Me too."

Her knee raised up to his hip, trying to get closer to him, and he gripped her thigh, running his long fingers up her bare, creamy leg to the apex where he found her knickers already wet, eliciting a groan from him and a breathy whimper from her. He gently ran his hands up and down her leg, holding her tightly to him as they kissed until he finally picked her up and carried her to the bed. He set her down on her knees, and she helped him shed his shirt completely. Immediately she ran her hands over his taught torso, lavishing his nipples and trailing kisses down to where the line of ginger hairs disappeared into his trousers. She lowered his zipper and tugged on his trousers and pants, easing them over his now hard erection for him to kick off. Before she could reach to stroke him, he tugged at the black silk satin belt on her dressing gown, and it unwrapped and fell off her shoulders, revealing her in a navy satin and black lace bra with matching knickers. Ron thought she looked as sexy as he had ever seen her.

"You are so fucking hot, Hermione. I don't know enough words to begin to tell you how fucking sexy you are," he said as his hands and lips roved over her body.

As his hands danced over her skin, she trailed kisses from his jaw over to his ear and then down his neck as her hand roved over his bare arse. He finally reached back and unhooked her bra, peeling it off to reveal her breasts. Tenderly laying her on her back, he slowly and almost reverently lavished her breasts, teasing each nipple to a rock hard peak before he would move his attention elsewhere. She went to sit up and kiss him, but he smiled at her and used his left hand to pin her hands up above her head.

"Don't know where you think you're going. I'm nowhere near done with you yet," he said with a lopsided grin. "There are so many lovely parts I have to get reacquainted with you see." He sighed. "Like this one," he said before he suckled her left breast. "Or this little mole down here only I know about," he said as he kissed a spot just beneath her right breast while he fondled her nipple. "Or this lovely spot on the very top of your inner thigh which could be so unfortunately overlooked," he said before he kissed and sucked on the specific spot, causing her to whimper. He grinned again as he looked up at her, smugly saying, "which always makes you do that."

She smiled adoringly at him, "do I get a turn?"

"I haven't decided yet," he said with a chuckle. "Because I have so many more lively bits to tend to."

She tried again to free her hands to touch him, but he only laughed. "Oh, my dear wife, you are being quite impatient. Not a good way to start the new year. Ahh, I know-" With that he winked, reached for his wand and with a flick of his wand had the black satin sash from her dressing gown wrapped around her wrists and tied loosely to the headboard. After a brief moment of shock, she simply raised an eyebrow at him.

"This ok?" he asked slightly hesitantly. He knew she could get her wrists free if she wanted, but it was definitely something they had never done before.

"So far, so good," she said with a wicked smile. "But payback can be hell, you know."

"I'll hold you to that," he laughed. "Now, where was I? Ahh, that lovely spot between your breasts."

She sighed in pleasure as he kissed her chest, working both breasts with his hands, causing a whimper as the pleasure built. He moved his kisses down her stomach and across her abdomen when he noticed the little scars from her surgery. He touched each, kissing them softly and lovingly before moving on to her belly button where he knew he could continue to get her primed for more extreme pleasure to come. While still tending to her abdomen he peeled her knickers off leaving her bare to him and gently tied loosely to the bed. He nestled down between her legs, trailing his fingers up and down the inside of her thighs and following with kisses all along her legs. Placing one of her legs over his shoulder, he inhaled deeply, taking in the amazing scent of his wife that he had missed for months. He ran his hand over her mound, and then leaned down to tease her nerve bundle with his tongue. It didn't take long and he felt her begin to squirm and writhe beneath him, sighs and happy whimpers soon giving way to low moans of pleasure. As he kissed her opening, he pried it open and inserted one finger and then two, turning upwards to tease her inner bundle as he continued to kiss and flick over her clitoris. He could feel her pulling against the silk holding her to the bed as she coiled towards release. Finally he felt her pulse with orgasm and it shot through her body, causing her abdomen to clench and her legs constricted together, trapping him against her. Arching her back she was screaming out what he guessed was supposed to be his name or a series of curses, but which he knew meant searing pleasure for the witch he loved more than anything. She eventually opened her eyes and looked at him through eyelids heavy with pleasure.

"Let me love you too," she said softly. "Please, Ron."

He leaned up, leaned to slowly kiss her lips and then pulled on the end of the satin sash releasing her wrists, and she immediately pounced on him, rolling him to his back straddling him as she took her own turn securing his hands with the sash.

"I told you payback was hell," she said wickedly as he laughed.

His eyes, already dark with lust, widened even further as she dragged her breasts across his chest, eliciting the gaspy moan she had hoped for. She slowly showered him with kisses, some slow and loving, and some sensual and tantalizing. She moved down across his abdomen, slowly stroking him as he groaned again, which made her lean back up and crush his lips with hers. Before he was done kissing her she had pulled away and took his erection in her mouth, slowly tantalizing his tip before she worked his whole length as she fondled his bollocks.

"Fuuuck," he moaned, straining against his silken restraint as he instinctively tried to reach for her.

She released him from her mouth, straddled him again, and leaned up to kiss him sensually as she released his hands. His hands were instantly in her hair and caressing every inch of skin he could reach.

"I want you now," she whispered, and he nodded as she placed her hand against his chest to have him lay back again while she grasped him slowly lowered herself onto him.

Ron was using every ounce of his restraint to remain still as she readjusted to feeling him within her. But then he could feel her relax above him as she slowly began to rock against him. Soon he was bucking up against her, as she slid up and down on him. But while they were each tempted to close their eyes and lose themselves in the pulsating pleasure, neither was willing to release the lock they had on each other's gaze. Between their held stare and their flowing magic, the intimacy of the moment unlocked parts of them that had been forced into hiding for months. As they each climaxed, they held onto each other, drawing the pleasure out for the other for as long as they possibly could. And when each was finally spent in exhaustion, they still remained intimately connected as they drifted in and out of a post coital haze, each grateful they had found their way back to this sacred marital space where they could love and cherish and pleasure each other like no one else possibly could.